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Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 2: Escape and Confinement

Chapter 2: Escape and Confinement

“Ugh…”⁠

I got up as‍​​ best I could.⁠​​

My​​ whole body ached‌ from the impact‍⁠‍ of the fall.​​ Every time I moved, sharp stabs‍ and cramps shot‌​ through my muscles.‍​​

It⁠‍ felt like I had broken one⁠‌⁠ or two bones.‍‌

Under​​‍ normal circumstances, I would have stayed​‌‍ lying on the‍⁠⁠ floor, groaning in​‌ pain. But my‍ survival instinct was‍​ the only thing‌‌ that kept me​ moving.

The‌⁠⁠ guard was watching‍‍ me through the⁠ window. He was⁠‌​ still there, stiff‌​ as a log,⁠⁠ not moving.

‘Can’t⁠‍ even he come‌ into the classroom?’​‍⁠

Soon‌​ after, the guard‍ approached the front⁠ door. He reached‌⁠‌ into his pocket⁠‌ and pulled out​⁠ a key.

Without‍‌‌ hesitation, he inserted‍ it into the⁠ padlock.

Clack.⁠‍‍

The‍‌​ door, which had‌ been firmly locked‌​​ until now, opened​⁠ with ease.

‘Shit.’⁠‌‌

The​‌​ guard entered the‍ classroom without the‌‌ slightest obstacle. His‍‌​ eyes still looked‌ empty, unfocused.

But​​ then, suddenly, his‍ pupils came to‌‌ life and his‌​ eyes opened wide.‌ He started trembling​‍‍ in place like‌‌ a lunatic.

I was horrified to‍​ see his arm‍ bend backward at​ a 180-degree angle.​⁠‌

Like​ a puppet with‍‍ twisted joints, he‍ began contorting his‍‌ body grotesquely, as⁠ if he were⁠⁠ performing a cursed‌ circus acrobatics show.‍​‍

Then,‌ his head turned‌‍‌ 360 degrees. The​‍ guard moved forward​ with creaking steps,‌‍ swinging his arms⁠ and legs like⁠ rusty hinges.

One​ step, two steps.​‍ His pace quickened⁠​‌ until, all of​‌ a sudden, he‌‌ sprinted at full‌ speed toward me.‌

‘What⁠​​ do I do…?’‍

My‌ mind went blank.​

I had never felt‌‍‌ such overwhelming fear.​ Even so, the‌ desperate will to‍‌‌ survive made my⁠⁠​ legs move.

“Get⁠‌ back!”

I grabbed the first‌ chair I found⁠‌ and gripped it⁠⁠​ tightly. I aimed⁠ straight at the‌​​ guard’s neck as‍ he charged and​‍ struck him with‌⁠ it.

Bang!‍​

A loud, solid thud‍​ echoed through the‌ classroom. A blow⁠ like that should​ knock anyone unconscious,⁠​​ or at least⁠ injure them badly.​ But not him.‍⁠​

He⁠⁠ didn’t even flinch‍‍ or fall.

The‌ guard froze mid-run,​‍‌ eyes locked on​‌‍ me.

“Be-hella!”​‌​

I struck him again‌‌ with the chair,​ this time straight‍ to the head.​

Game​‌ over.

A blow worthy of⁠‍ a twelve-week medical​‍ leave. But something​‍‍ felt off.

The‍ impact wasn’t like‌‍​ hitting a human‍ skull. It felt⁠‌​ more like hitting⁠ a block of‌⁠ metal.

And⁠ then—crack—the chair broke.‍

It‍‌ wasn’t his head​‍‍ that broke, but‍​ the chair and‍ my sanity.

Game⁠‌ over.

“Damn…”​

I tossed aside the​ shattered remains of‌ the chair and‌‌‍ ran without looking​‌ back. Soon, I heard the pounding‌ footsteps behind me.‍

The‌⁠⁠ guard was right‌​‍ on my heels.‌ At this rate,‍ he’d catch me.‌ I weaved between‍ desks, zigzagging to‍ avoid capture.

But‌⁠‌ the guard didn’t‍⁠ care about obstacles.​ He bulldozed through‌⁠ the desks effortlessly​​​ as he chased‍‍ me.

There‍‌ was only one‌ way out. The​‌ front door. But​ from where I was, the distance‌ was too great.‍⁠ He’d catch me‍‍ before I made​ it.

‘Over​ there!’

I looked for another​​ escape route. I grabbed a random‍⁠ chair and threw‌ it at the‍​⁠ window.

If‌​ it was locked,‌‍ I’d smash the⁠​ glass and jump⁠‌ out.

Thud!‌​​

The‍‍ chair flew in​⁠ an arc and​ bounced off the‍​ glass with a loud clunk. I couldn’t believe it.​ The window didn’t​ even have a scratch. This damn⁠ school had bulletproof​ windows.

‘Shit…’​​

I stared helplessly at‌ the absurdly sturdy⁠‌⁠ glass. By the‌ time I realized​​ it, the guard​ was right behind⁠ me. At that‌ moment, time seemed‌ to slow down.​

Fear⁠ chilled me to‍ the bone.

Even‍​‌ as I kept​ messing up, my‍ will to live⁠‌ pushed me to⁠‍ run like crazy.⁠‌ I stepped onto⁠‌‌ a chair for​​ a boost and‌‌ jumped onto the⁠‌ desks, sprinting across‍ them in long​⁠​ strides.

Apparently,​‍‍ the guard didn’t‌​ expect that because‌ he hesitated, and​⁠ I escaped.

‘It‌‌ worked!’

I sprinted toward the‌⁠⁠ front door, still​ open. This was​​ my only chance.​‌‍

I pushed my barely​​ responsive legs and‍‍​ kept running. I leapt from desk‌‌‍ to desk and‌‍ reached the door‍​ in seconds.

“Almost‌​‌ there!”

Just‌‍‍ one more step‌⁠ and I’d be​⁠‍ out of the‍​ classroom.

Crack.‌⁠

My‌‍ left foot landed​​ on the threshold.​ A sharp pain‌‌ shot through my⁠ toes.

‘Wait…’​​⁠

I realized something was‍ wrong the moment​ I stepped out​‌​ of the classroom.⁠⁠

My‍⁠⁠ mind screamed for‍⁠‍ me to stop,​‌ but my legs,​ completely out of‍⁠ control, kept going.​ And the moment‍‍‌ I crossed the‍‌ line, I knew.‍‌ I had stepped‌‌‌ over a threshold​⁠ with no return.​

My​‌‍ toes began turning​‌ red, as if‌​​ about to explode.​ The backed-up blood‍‍ surged and spread‌ through the rest​ of my body.⁠‌‍

Like​​‍ red threads across‌ my skin, the⁠‍ veins swelled and‍ covered my entire‌ body. A searing,⁠​ stabbing pain consumed‍‌ me.

I lost my balance⁠ and fell. I couldn’t feel my‌​‍ legs. The lower‌ half of my⁠ body was mangled,‍⁠ unrecognizable. Blood splattered‍‍ everywhere. A red​‌‍ puddle soaked my‍​‍ legs. It was‍ a repulsive feeling.‍

I couldn’t even tell⁠‍ if what I felt was urine‍​ or blood. I crawled along the‍⁠ hallway floor, dragging‌ myself pathetically. My‌‌‍ legs were no​‌ longer legs. Just⁠ bits of meat​ hanging between broken‍‍​ bones.

They⁠​‌ were no longer‍‍​ limbs. At best,⁠ I could crawl.⁠⁠‌

Tears​‍‍ welled up in​ my eyes—not from⁠ sadness or helplessness,‍​ but from pain.‌⁠⁠

It‍​‌ was too late​‍ to go back​ into the classroom.‌‌⁠ The veins in‍ my torso started​‌ turning red too,​⁠ spreading across my⁠​ body.

It‌‍ looked like I was wrapped in‍⁠ red threads. The​⁠ swollen veins tore⁠​​ at my skin‍⁠ as the burning‌​‍ pain overtook me.‍​‍

My‍‌ consciousness began to‍‍⁠ fade. I could‌ do nothing but‍ helplessly witness that‌‍‌ horrific scene.

[Escape‍‍ the classroom within⁠⁠‍ the time limit.]‍

[Penalty​‌‍ for failure: Death]⁠‍⁠

It​‌⁠ wasn’t just about‍ leaving the classroom.⁠ If I truly​⁠ wanted to live,⁠⁠ I had to​ escape within the‍ time limit, just‌‌ like the message‌‌ said.

But​​‌ I didn’t.

I underestimated the timer‍ that warned of‌‍‍ danger. And this⁠ was the result.‍​‌

“Hhh…”‌

My⁠ throat burned as‍‌ if set ablaze.‍‍ The pain cut‍ off my breath,⁠ and my head⁠ spun.

Thump.⁠⁠

Suddenly,​‌‍ I felt the‍⁠​ nerves inside me⁠‌ snap, and my‌​‌ consciousness faded.

[You​ have died.]

[Restarting‍‍‌ from checkpoint.]

***​⁠​

I slowly opened my⁠‍⁠ eyes.

I recognized the scene‌‌ instantly.

The⁠⁠‌ classroom was dead‍ silent. The school,‌‍‍ in the middle​ of the night,‌​ had not a single source of​ light.

“…”⁠

I sat there stunned,‍‍ as if my‌ soul had left⁠ my body. The⁠​ previous scene was‌‍⁠ still vivid in‌⁠⁠ my mind.

‘Was⁠⁠‍ it a dream?’‌‍​

While​⁠ I remained paralyzed‍‍‍ by confusion, something‌‍​ on the desk‍ caught my attention.‍‍

A notebook. Lying open‌​ right there, with‍‌‌ a number written‌‍ with no context:‍⁠

[00:00]‌

The​‌ sight of it⁠ sent chills down‌ my spine. A chilling déjà vu​⁠ swept over me.‌‌

I immediately looked at⁠ the clock. To‍⁠ my surprise, it‍‌‍ was exactly midnight.​‍ The same time‌‌ I had woken‌‍ up just moments​ ago.

And⁠​‍ then, once again,​‍ a floating message‌⁠‍ appeared in the‌ air.

Flash⁠

[Starting​⁠⁠ tutorial.]

[Escape‍‌ the classroom within⁠⁠ the time limit.]​‍

[Time‌‌ remaining: 9:59]

[Reward:‍‌‍ Status window]

[Penalty⁠‍‍ for failure: Death]​

…No‍‌ way.

My​‍‍ tongue stuck to‌ the roof of⁠‍‌ my mouth. I couldn’t speak.

[9:48]‌‌⁠

Even‍⁠‍ though I hadn’t⁠‌⁠ said a word,‍​ the timer began​ counting down mercilessly.‌‍ I stood frozen‍ as the numbers⁠ ticked down.

My‍‌‍ mind was in‌ chaos.

What‌ would happen if‌⁠ I let the​⁠​ time run out?‌​ Would I relive‍ that nightmare again?​

I swallowed hard and‌ looked down. Thankfully,‌ my body was⁠‍⁠ still intact. Both‍‍ legs were in​ place. But deep⁠ down, I knew​​⁠ it was only​ a matter of‍​ time.

If‌‌⁠ I just sat⁠‌ there, I’d end⁠‌​ up the same⁠⁠​ as before—dragging myself​​‌ across the floor.​⁠‍

If⁠ I wanted to‍‌ live, I had⁠ to get out​‌ of this damn‍​‌ classroom within ten‍ minutes.

[9:32]‍‌⁠

Exactly​ 9 minutes and​⁠ 32 seconds.

With‌⁠ that in mind,‌‍ I got up,⁠ panting, and frantically‌‌⁠ searched the classroom.⁠

Everything​⁠ looked the same​​‌ as before. The‍ position of the‌‍ lockers, the arrangement‍‌​ of the desks—it‌ all matched perfectly.‍

Even‍‍‍ the locked doors‍‍‍ and the red‌ locker were exactly​‌⁠ the same.

‘…Nothing’s​​ really changed.’

Maybe⁠​ I had missed⁠‌ something earlier by​​ rushing. This time,‍ knowing my life‍‌‌ was on the‌ line, I examined‍ the room with‌‌ sharp eyes.

I went to the‍ nearest desk and​‌‌ checked for anything⁠‌⁠ hidden.

[Empty⁠ desk.]

A message popped up‍⁠​ out of nowhere.​ As if narrating‍‍ the situation for‍⁠ me.

‘What⁠ is this, RPG‌⁠ Maker…?’

Such‌ an absurd scene.⁠ I sighed silently‍​​ and continued searching.‍​‍ Then, something shimmered​ between the desks.⁠‌‌ It was a piece of paper.‌

A torn notebook page,‍​​ caught between a desk’s legs. And​⁠‌ on top of​​‍ that, it gave‍⁠ off a faint​​ glow. When I tried to touch‌​ it, the glow‌‌ vanished.

[You‍ have obtained a note.]

Another‌‍⁠ message appeared.

Just⁠ like when you‍⁠​ get an item‌​ in RPG Maker.‍‍​ And if it‍ worked like in⁠​⁠ the game…

“Inventory.”‌

I whispered, swallowing my​⁠⁠ embarrassment. Then, a large window floated‌‌ in the air.⁠⁠

[Items‌ in possession]

Note⁠

Wow.‌ It actually worked.⁠

There‌‍ was the newly‍​⁠ obtained note. That​⁠​ confirmed it—it wasn’t​‍‌ just some trash,‌ but something important.‌​

‘Now,‍‌‌ how do I read this…?’

I mimicked the motion‍‍ of clicking in‍‌ the air, and‍ a detailed description​ popped up.

[Note]‍

【Note‌ found under a desk. It’s crumpled‍‍‌ and torn. Seems‌‍‍ to be a hastily written message.】⁠

A hastily written message?​⁠‌ Definitely not something‍⁠ to ignore. Just⁠‍ from a glance,​​​ I could tell​‍ it was important.⁠ It had to⁠‍‌ be a clue​ to escape.

Just⁠​ as I tried‍‍ to unfold it,⁠​‍ another message appeared.​​

[Would​​‌ you like to​‍​ use the note?]⁠⁠

This⁠ really felt just‌​‍ like RPG Maker.⁠⁠‌ Even the interactions‍‌‌ were the same.‍​

When​ I clicked “Yes,”⁠​‌ I heard the‍‍ sound of paper‌⁠ unfolding and the‍ contents appeared:

– 0134

The‍ numbers were written‍‍ in a rushed,‌‍‌ messy scrawl.

If‌⁠ it had been⁠‌ digits like 2 or 5, I might not have⁠ been able to⁠‌‍ tell what they⁠ were. Thankfully, they⁠ were clear ones​ like 0 and‍​‌ 1. The fact​‌ that it was‌‌​ four digits was‍​‌ also key.

‘Wait‍ a minute… a code?’

The‍‍ four-digit number instantly⁠ made me think‍ of a passcode.‍ This kind of‍‌​ password puzzle is‍⁠​ a classic in‌‍ RPG Maker games.​

A four-digit number hidden‍⁠‌ among clues, entered⁠ into a keypad⁠⁠‍ to unlock something.​⁠​

It’s​‌ a common mechanic‍‌​ in those games,⁠​ no matter the‌⁠​ era or country.⁠ So there was⁠​ no doubt—those four​‌‌ digits were a password.

‘But​⁠‍ for what?’

The⁠‌‌ red locker didn’t​ use a keypad;⁠‌ it had a lock and key.‌‌⁠ That only left⁠⁠ one option.

The‌​‌ lock on the‍‌ back door of​ the classroom.

[Enter‌‍‍ password.]

I headed to the‍‌​ back door, hoping‍ it would work.‌‍

“Come​‌​ on… please…”

I entered the numbers‍ exactly as they⁠​ appeared on the‍‍ note.

Yes,‌‌⁠ it was a bit obvious, but⁠‌⁠ I didn’t care.‌

Badly‍ made games often‍‌ had these kinds​ of things. Absurdly⁠⁠ long maps or⁠⁠ unsolvable puzzles.

Compared⁠‍⁠ to that, this‍‍ puzzle was something⁠​⁠ even a five-year-old⁠‍‍ could figure out.​⁠​ Very much in⁠​‌ line with the​‌ genre.

So‌‍ I placed all‌⁠ my hopes on⁠⁠ this final chance.​​

That‍‍ the creator of​ this real-life RPG‌‌‍ Maker was a moron incapable of⁠‌​ designing a good‍​‌ puzzle.

[0134]⁠​‌

I entered the code‌ into the lock‍⁠​ and gently pulled‌‍⁠ on it.

Clack.⁠

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